Now you've both got me wondering how much we are influenced (throughout our lives) by the words of songs heard when we are at our most impressionable. At various stages in our lives I suspect.
I mean, school hymns sung each morning in echoing halls are bound to affect our future philosophy I suppose, even when like me, we take a distinct dislike to certain ones. I really loved others.
Couldn't bear 'To be a pilgrim' and even more I hated 'Fight the Good Fight'. I always thought that if you imagine life to be a fight rather than a 'jolly' then life would be a fight for you. It wasn't just that these both had rather dreary tunes, because my favourite hymn had the most dreary tune of all:-
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
I still love this hymn as it is so deeply spiritual. I think I find it consoling rather than uplifting. But it was a large part of my formative years being sung in school and in church, so the philosophy of it is bound to permeate my thinking I suppose. Still, it's not a catchy tune!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, here is a little Noel Coward gem - which has gone with me everywhere and always. For 'Germans' I insert 'Muslims' or 'Tories' or whomever happens to be aggravating me at the time, my philosphy in this case being, better to treat ones enemies with contempt rather than with bitterness and hatred.
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans,
Now our victory is ultimately won.
Let us treat them very kindly,
As we would a valued friend.
We might them out some bishops,
As a form of lease and lend.
Let's be sweet to them
And day by day repeat to them
That sterilization simply isn't done.
Let's sweetly sympathize again,
And help the scum to rise again,
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun.
We must be kind
And with an open mind,
We must endeavour to find a way
To let the Germans know
That now the war is over,
They are not the ones who have to pay.
We must be sweet
And tactful and discreet,
And now they've suffered defeat,
We mustn't let
Them feel upset,
Or ever get the feeling
That we're cross with them or hate them.
Our future policy must be to reinstate them.
Don't let's be beastuly to the Germans,
For they're civilized,
When all is said and done.
Though they gave us science, culture, art, and music, to excess,
They also gave us two world wars and Dr. Rudolph Hess.
Let's be meek to them
And turn the other cheek to them,
And try to arouse their latent sense of fun.
Let's give them full air parity,
And treat the rats with charity,
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun!
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans.
You can't deprive a gangster of his gun!
Though they've been a little naughty
To the Czechs and Poles and Dutch,
I can't believe those countries
Really minded very much.
Let's be free with them
And share the BBC with them.
We mustn't prevent them basking in the sun!
Let's soften their defeat again,
And build their bloody fleet again,
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun!Is it just me, or is everyone so influenced by songs of innocence and childhood?
I love that 'Raven' song, giselle. Hadn't heard it before.